The world is loud.
My iPhone emphasizes the volume , distracts me away from thoughts. I don’t feel comfortable being too far away from pondering , sitting still in awe of the golden hour. I hate the magnetic pull of death scrolling and searching for dopamine.
The golden hour is spectacular after a rain storm. The lingering dark grey hovering as a backdrop to peek a boo swaths of light , appearing behind tree limbs and leaves.
The brave leaves have started their journey from tree top to soil. I allow them to bundle , to pile up under every tree and every garden bed. I feel good seeing the blanket quilts all laid out protecting the soil , providing nutrients to the wide web of roots. I can spend large amounts of time watching the squirrels and birds , root around under the leaf bed. This makes me happy. I know when winter sits in her chair and offers spring an opportunity to stand , the worms will be there to greet me as I joyfully pull back the sheets to say hello.
What did we do before phones, before we needed everyone to know everything about us, about our days , our food, or flipping feet.
When it was dark we read books, we used energy to connect, we used our powers of resilience to figure out a way, we used our creativity to learn who we are. Seems like AI can do all those things for us now… our human brain does not need to fire the same connections with the same energy.
I wonder if we will lose what we do not use?
May you be blessed.
-C
I love watching your process! can you share your tools of choice & mediums?! graphite, acrylic, type of paper??
SO inspiring & soul-nourishing to watch.... keep them coming please!